America rushed to China, picking him up and bringing him to a different room, America's bedroom, and placing him on his bed. In China's mind, that was a great honor, but to America, it meant nothing too special.
"Are you okay?!" America said, looking with intent concern at China, who really escaped unscathed with the exception of a few bruises and cuts.
China looked at America and smiled, "I'm fine. I wasn't going to let anyone take you from me" China stated bluntly. A blush crossed America's face, an affectionate warmth overcoming his heart, relieved that China was unharmed despite being attacked by someone like Russia.
America fell on top of China, relieved. "I'm so glad..." was all he said. China lifted his torso, looking at America. The sight of the defenseless and overly-trustful man giving him the idea that America belongs to China and only to China. He wouldn't let anyone hurt him again. Still, exhausted from the fight, China falls back. Many thoughts crossed his mind, about keeping America his. The thoughts ranged from a sharing of cultural ideology to a more physical expression of affection. He imagined their skin pressed together with him dominating America and making him obsessed with him to the point of never being able to think about anyone else. The idea caused an unknowing bulge to make itself known to America, who felt it as he lied on top of China. China's exhaustion led him to be just slightly away from falling asleep before a sensation on his crotch caused China to perk up and look at America. Heh talk about an awkward situation
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Fanfictionfirst it started off as jealousy, then obsession (Possessive China, amechu) (LEMON)
